weathering the storm...

Our power was back on by Friday afternoon. Very impressive and surprising seeing the massive amount of damage throughout my sweet, little town. We left the lap of luxury and headed on home. We all were very thankful that our home was standing and our old, very old tree stood tall while so many fell hard!

But as we moved back home, I remember the moments when the storm hit. The sky went very dark, nothing out of the normal for a summer thunderstorm. The thunder roared, but than the wind picked up so much that I could see trees across the street bending! And than the hail started. It was huge. Poor Claire was so scared, so I sat with her on the floor while I nursed little l. As I tried to calm Claire and nurse my baby, I noticed outside the window, on the porch, the mama bird that made a nest in my hanging plant sat still. The wind blew the plant every which way and violently at that! The hail was blowing onto the porch as well. But our little mama bird sat still, protecting her eggs. I loved watching her because her devotion and love was so apparent.

The morning after we moved back home. This is what bub found. One baby bird was born and two more to go... The nest maybe killing my flowers, but welcoming the new babies to the neighborhood is well worth it. And knowing that we all (including mama bird and her babies) weathered the storm!